She had looked forward to an explanation. ’ ‘Lady Bicknacre too,’ said Lucilla, a delight in her voice that grated on Melusine. ’ I said. In the recess beside the fireplace were some open bookshelves. A familiar ache of wanting made itself more insistent in her belly. Your name. The girl was flushed with excitement, bright-eyed, and braced for a struggle; her aunt had never seen her looking so fine or so pretty.
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